Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.